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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 18:51:55 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 18:54:21 GMT -5
¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!
Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
 Royal Farms Arena
Baltimore, MD Jessie Pederson stands in front of a Vertigo backdrop as Susan Kent and Dana Wheeler join her. Jessie Pederson: Susan, let me ask you about the outcome of the tag team match at the last Vertigo. Before Susan can answer, Dana cuts her off. Dana Wheeler: I'll handle this Susan. Yeah the tag team match, the one that Bryan Law lost. Jessie Pederson: Technically. Dana Wheeler: I know the rules, Jessie, and losing a tag team match does technically put a loss on Susan’s record. It was Bryan Law's ego and stupidity that caused Susan and him to lose. Susan more than held her own in that match. Jessie Pederson: Tonight Bryan is facing Maritza Diaz in singles action, what do think of this match, Susan? Again before Susan can answer Dana cuts her off. Dana Wheeler: The outcome of this match is obvious, I see Maritza Diaz making quick work of Bryan Law. Jessie Pederson: What do you think, Susan? Jessie turns towards Dana who simply smirks at her, Jessie then turns back to Susan. Susan Kent: I think it will be a good match. But I have to agree with Dana. I think Maritza will win. Jessie Pederson: Interesting. So what about tonight's main event? Susan Kent: I think Jimmy Page wins Jessie Pederson: Wow, you wasted no time with that answer. Susan goes to speak then stops as Dana shakes her head. Dana Wheeler: My protege is quite smart isn't she? She knows Marlon Cure has no chance against Jimmy Page, just like Mr. Cure would have no chance against Susan and sooner or later Vertigo and FGA is going to realize that they can’t keep Susan down forever and eventually they are going to have to give her the opportunities she deserves. And trust me, Jessie, when Susan gets that opportunity? She will walk out the winner. Dana motions to Susan and they walk off. |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 18:54:59 GMT -5
Piper Lennon is dressed in torn jeans and a hoodie pulled tight over her head as she paces around the hallways backstage, looking up to no good. Her Polaroid is strapped around her neck as usual, the strap pulled through so it hangs out over the front of the sweatshirt. She flashes a big smile as she spots the cameras.
Piper Lennon: Oh good, I was hoping I'd run into some friends.
A light giggle.
Piper Lennon: How's it going guys? Been pretty good myself, pretty good, can't lie. Been having a lot of fun lately, can't deny it. Rubbing shoulders with Suzie Kent, Big Marlo, that other guy ... I'm not sure if he has a name or not. Seeing the tensions boil up, feeling like they're just gonna explode and burst all over the place when we finally go at it.
She adjusts her glasses.
Piper Lennon: Had some people asking if I'm trying to stir the pot, get in people's heads. Nah man, I'm just passing the time until I get my hands on that shiny beaut Marlo has. Might as well make things fun in the meantime, right? Get busy living or get busy dying man, that's what I say.
A nod.
Piper Lennon: Soooo, with that in mind tonight should be exciting. Marlo seems like he has some pent up frustration after last show, and who better to get grimy with than big bad Jimmy Page. The voiceless nameless wonder's also in action too. So I've got options, I've got options, I could go do a little nature observation of one of their matches, both of them, or who knows what. Really depends what strikes my fancy.
She lightly shrugs before holding an index finger up.
Piper Lennon: Oh, one last thing! Jimmy Jam? Don't you worry about getting any blood spatter on my soon-to-be shiny if you fight out at ringside, I'm cool with that. Gives it character, tells more of a story that way than if it's shined up all nice and pretty, you know?
Twirling, she begins to walk off.
Piper Lennon: Anyhoo, I'll see you all soon I'm sure, but I'm hungry-- peace!
As she shuffles out of sight we cut away elsewhere.
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 18:59:03 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Bryan Law vs. Maritza Diaz The match starts off with Law knocking Diaz down with a running front dropkick. He makes the cover, but Diaz kicks out at one. Law then moves Diaz into the corner and delivers multiple shoot kicks to the chest. He then steps up onto the middle rope before delivering a high kick to the head. After hopping back down, Law takes Diaz and sends her off into the far corner. Law rushes across the ring to attack when Diaz runs him over with the Miami Express (bicycle knee strike)! The Power Princess then takes Law and whips him into the far ropes. When Law returns, Diaz throws him down with a belly to belly suplex! She then pulls Law back to his feet before lifting him into the air. Diaz keeps him held in place for ten seconds before falling back and delivering a vertical suplex. Diaz pulls Law back to his feet before unleashing the Thai Tornado (A rapid succession of leg kicks, and body shots ending with a spinning reverse elbow to the head)! While Law is rocked, Diaz scoops him up across her shoulder before bringing him down with the Royalty Bomb (running Emerald Flowsion)! The cheers continue as she makes the cover and gets the ONE… TWO… THREE! Bryan Law X || Royalty Bomb (1:03) || Maritza Diaz O |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:14:04 GMT -5
Jessie Pederson is once again standing by in front of the green and white Vertigo backdrop. Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, with me at this time, the SMWB! *GLUNK-GLUNK-GLUNK* The the sound of someone going through a Super Mario Bros tunnel can be heard in the distance. Moments later, on cue, the Super Mario Wrestling Bros make their way into the frame. The sight of the SMWB gets a round of cheers from the crowd. Max Powers and Landon Knight make their way into the frame from Jessie's right. Landon Knight: Dudette Jess! Sup? Landon puts his hand out for a high five. Jessie, despite her pledge to be an unbiased member of FGA's media team, can't help but to high five him. Jessie Pederson: You two seem to be in better spirits after what happened the last time we saw you. Max Powers: Oh, you saw that, too? Yeah, the more things change here in FGA, the more they stay the same. Malcolm Drake is still a blowhard. Landon can be seen making the "yapping" movement with his hands. Max Powers: Dom Harter is still a giant douchbag. Landon Knight: We're talking, like, this big here, people. Landon takes his hands and holds them out well past shoulder width Max Powers: And the SMWB once again find themselves being jumped. This time, by the S&M Sisters. Jessie Pederson: Silk & Cyanide. Landon Knight: Yeah, them! Max Powers: I guess they didn't take too kindly to us coming out and making the save a couple of weeks back. But that's kind of what we do, you know? We see a Princess in need... Jessie Pederson: This time, the Power Princess. Max Powers: ...So we leaped into action and sent them packing. But they returned the favor two weeks ago and left us laying there. I'm sure the two of them feel great about themselves. They think it's funny what they've done. The two of them have been having a big laugh at our expense. But let me tell you something, Dudette Jess, no one, and I do mean no one, laughs at us and gets away with it. So now we find ourselves in two singles matches this week. I know I'm fired up. I know Landon is rip roaring and ready to go. But we both know how this has to end, Jess. We both know this has to be settled in, what else, but a tag team match. Tell em, Landon! Landon Knight:That's right, P! Me and Max here? We're no strangers to singles campaigns! It's a nice change of pace from time to time. But we both know, as well as Silk & Cyanide know, that tag team action is where it's at. Tag team matches are our speciality, as well as there's. They think they're going to just bulldoze their way through everyone? They think they're just gonna run roughshod and face zero resistance on their way to those US Tag Team Titles? Then think again, because the Red n Green Machine is here. Not to claim those titles! But to let The New Murder, Pendragon and ESPECIALLY Silk & Cyanide know that we've got those titles in our sights. We're willing to go up against any team on this brand and prove ourselves as the top team on the green show. So if Silk & Cyanide wanna step up? Then we'll be more than happy to 1Up them in the ring! Tonight is just the start. If Sara and Erin wanna feel froggy and make the leap to a tag team match? Then we'll be more than ready to take em on there, too! So buckle up, buckeroos. Cause tonight, you two are going for a ride! Landon and Max high five each other before trailing off down the hall. Jessie Pederson: You heard it here first. The SMWB are ready to escalate this issue with Silk & Cyanide to tag team action! We'll be seeing one half of the Super Mario Wrestling Bros, Landon Knight, in action right after the break! • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:15:34 GMT -5
The rhythmic click-clack, click-clack of two pairs of heels on concrete fills the halls of the Royal Farms Arena as the two members of Silk & Cyanide purposefully stride through the corridors hidden behind the bright lights of the arena, contempt writ large on Erin Mariani’s face while bemusement fills that of Sara Mason as they deign to acknowledge the meagre existence of the stagehands attempting to do three jobs at once for people who simply do not matter
As they continue to walk through the corridors the pair walk past Jessie Pederson as if she wasn’t even there – yet this doesn’t deter Jessie in the slightest, as instead she jumps on the opportunity to try and have a word with the two of them
Jessie Pederson: Could you give a few words about your attack on the Super Mario Wrestling Brothers at the last show?
For half a second Jessie’s words vanish into the ether…but then the rhythmic click-clack, click-clack stops dead as both Mariani and Mason stop in their tracks and slowly turn to look over their shoulders, and after an uncomfortable moment’s silence Sara Mason turns and walks towards Jessie with a evil-looking smirk on her face
Sara Mason: I’m sorry, could you repeat the question?
Jessie Pederson: I was asking if you could explain why you attacked…
Without giving Jessie a chance to finish her question, Mason steps as close as it’s physically possible to get to her and straight up laughs in Jessie’s face at the top of her lungs, and she laughs for a few seconds longer than Jessie is comfortable with judging by her body language – yet the second Mason stops laughing in Jessie’s face Mariani is stood there, a look of pure disgust on her face, more than ready to answer a far more interesting question
Erin Mariani: It may have escaped your attention that we did not attack either of them. If you were capable of independent thought instead of repeating whatever line you have been fed from somebody far, far more important than you like an obedient dog looking to earn a treat from its master, you will recall that those two worms attacked us, so all that we have done is reciprocate. If they do not like what happens when the consequences for their actions, then they are free to come and beg us for forgiveness.
Sara Mason: Preferably crawling at our feet, to show how much they mean what they say.
Erin Mariani: However, if they chose to persist with acting as if they are the victims in an issue of their own creation…
Rather than complete the sentence, Mariani places the tips of her fingers together and looks toward the ceiling for a moment, briefly running the tip of her tongue over her lips as a cruel smile begins to form on the corner of her mouth, which causes her to chuckle darkly at something that she knows and Jessie evidently doesn’t want to, at which point Mariani’s head snaps back to face Jessie
Erin Mariani: …believe me, we know the perfect way to deal with them.
Without another word Mariani whips around on her heels and walks way with the same rhythmic click-clack, click-clack echoing through the halls while Mason lingers for a moment with an almost predatory look on her face as she studies Jessie before she sarcastically waves her fingers to bid Jessie adieu before she took turns on her heels and quickly falls in step with Mariani as the pair purposefully stride out of view.
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:16:01 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Landon Knight vs. Erin Mariani The match starts off with Mariani rushing over and bashing Knight with forearm strikes to the face. Knight tries to fight back. But he ends up getting overpowered by Mariani, who knocked him into the corner with continued elbow strikes. Mariani then takes Knight and goes for an irish whip. But Knight reverses, sending Mariani into the far corner. Knight runs across the ring to attack when Mariani counters with a back elbow to the face. While Knight is dazed, Mariani turns to face the turnbuckles, jumps up, grabs Knight and delivers the Morning Spider Despair (headscissors driver into the turnbuckles)! Mariani drags Knight from out of the corner and makes the cover, but she only gets a two count. Mariani pulls Knight back to his feet, moves him towards the side of the ring and wraps his arms up in the middle & top ropes. Knight tries to get free, but it’s to no avail. Mariani takes glee in seeing Knight struggling to free himself. She then launches forward with a kick to the midsection. Multiple slaps follow, then an eye rake. After releasing Knight from the ropes. Mariani shoots him off into the far ropes. When Knight returns, Mariani takes him down with a running elbow tackle. Mariani then heads towards another set of ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, Mariani goes for a handspring moonsault. But Knight gets his knees up! Knight takes advantage of the opening and pulls Mariani back to her feet. From there, he connects with the Chain Chomp (arm wrench into a short-arm elbow smash). While Mariani is dazed, Knight turns and heads into the ropes. When he returns, Mariani goes for another running elbow tackle. But Knight ducks before heading into the far ropes. When Knight returns, he brings her down with the Thwomp (diving double knee to a standing opponent)! He makes the cover, but Mariani gets her shoulder up at two. As the match continues, Knight delivers a trio of knife edge chops. He then whips Mariani into the far ropes before following her across the ring. As soon as Mariani bounces off the ropes, Knight connects with a dropsault, knocking Mariani through the ropes and to the floor. When Mariani gets back to her feet, Knight knocks her right back down with a somersault senton to the outside! He brings the match back inside and makes the cover, but Mariani gets her foot on the bottom rope. Knight then throws her down with a gourdbuster before following up with a snap suplex for another two count. He then whips Mariani into the far corner. Knight charges forward and hurls himself at Mariani for the Tail Attack (flying hip attack to a cornered opponent). But Mariani slips out of the way, causing Knight to crash into the turnbuckles! The boos continue as Mariani pummels Knight down in the corner. Mariani applies a foot choke before letting go once the ref’s count reaches ‘four’. After stepping back towards the center of the ring, Mariani marches into the corner and bashes Knight with a running knee strike. The Silk & Cyanide member steps back towards the center of the ring. She then charges back into the corner and delivers the Libertine (running double stomp to a seated opponent)! Mariani drags Knight from out of the corner. But Knight gets his shoulder up at the two count. During the sixth minute, Mariani delivers a a snapmare, then a kick to the spine, then an eye rake, followed by a running knee drop for a two count. After delivering an arm trap swinging neckbreaker, Mariani heads into the corner. She then makes her way up onto the middle ropes. When Knight gets back up, Mariani goes for a diving clothesline off the second ropes. But Knight catches her in mid air and counters with a Flapjack! Knight then takes Mariani and whips her into the ropes. When Mariani returns, Knight delivers the 1-Up Uppercut (Pop-up Uppercut)! Knight then takes Mariani and whips her into the corner. He then runs across the ring before following up with the Tail Attack! Knight then whips Mariani into the far corner before running across the ring and connecting with another Tail Attack! Knight pulls Mariani from out of the corner and doubles her over with a boot to the midsection. He then hoists Mariani up before throwing her down with the Butterfly Bob-omb (double underhook sitout powerbomb)! Knight then scoots back before heading out onto the apron. He then scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and crashes down on top of Mariani with a Frog Splash for the ONE… TWO… THREE! Landon Knight O || Frog Splash (8:14) || Erin Mariani X • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:16:19 GMT -5
The show returns from the commercial break; a cameraman is walking down the corridors of the Royal Farms Arena. The unmistakable sound of steel pounding against flesh can be heard as the cameraman nears an open door.
His pace slows, however, as the clatter of steel hitting concrete rings out. He’s barely at the door, unable to see what’s occurring inside the locker room before the door swings open. Without speaking a word, Dom Harter exits the room, a pissed off look on his face as he marches away. Behind him, Annie Zellor looks rather pleased with herself as she’s almost skipping with joy. She blows a kiss to the cameraman as Dom shoulders him out of the way, and The New Murder members walk away from the scene of the crime.
But the cameraman has a job to do, damnit! He turns away from The New Murder members and returns to the open door. Peering inside with his equipment in hand, he surveys the room.
Sure enough, the steel chair is bent and broken on the far side of the room. The bench has been overturned, bags and clothes strewn across the floor. And there, picking themselves up are the members of Pendragon. Durden is first to his feet, having obviously taken less of the beating. He’s still clutching at his back, though. He kneels down next to his girlfriend and WCS World Cup Winner, Lowri Moss, as she’s holding the top of her head in pain.
Lowri Moss: They’re gonna pay for this.
She says as Durden spots the cameraman there. The US Tag Team champion shoos the staffer away, asking for a moment of privacy as the show cuts elsewhere.
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:18:00 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area where the audience roars at the sight of the former FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Sadie San Francisco— though the sight of her is a little grainier than the footage we’re used to seeing on FGA TV. Sadie is standing at a counter in her locker-room, using a single finger to scroll through her phone before it’s evident that we’re on a handheld, digital camera. The camera operator clears his throat.
???: Hey.
Sadie turns toward the owner of the voice and raises a brow before turning back to her phone.
Sadie San Francisco: Yeah?
The camera operator turns the camera onto himself, revealing the blank face of rejected DDT hopeful, Nando Fresno, and a disinterested-looking Jillian Clay sits in the background, eyes planted firmly at an out-of-frame portion of the room. Nando speaks to Sadie, even as he looks directly down the lens of the camera.
Nando Fresno: Let me interview you.
He spins the camera back around to Sadie without waiting for a response.
Nando Fresno: What do you think’s gonna happen to you out there? What do you think Iser’s thinking about?
Sadie looks havoc over her shoulder at Nando and narrows her eyes for a moment before looking back to the phone, scrolling through what appears to be an important string of missed notifications.
Sadie San Francisco: Can’t be anything worse than what the New Murder’s thought about in the past.
Her lips twitch into the tiniest smirk.
Sadie San Francisco: Can’t be much worse than what I’m planning on doing to Jae. Right?
From behind the camera, Nando breathes deeply.
Nando Fresno: Right.
Sadie turns, rolling her eyes toward both members of the Saturnian Connection.
Sadie San Francisco: Don’t even try. You guys like Jaelynn for some reason. She gives you attention for a couple of seconds and that’s it. Wins your hearts.
She rolls her eyes again for emphasis, turning back to the phone, though she her tone indicates she’s at least somewhat joking.
Sadie San Francisco: Gross. Both of you.
Nando turns the camera onto himself, shaking his head a little.
Nando Fresno: This is what happens when you spend your career being spoiled by the luxury of groups. Stables.
Sadie turns, shooting Nando a look of annoyance— one that the camera catches only a glimpse of as Nando swings the camera back toward her.
Nando Fresno: We’re on your side. We just found our interaction a couple of weeks ago interesting. And this hate between you two— it’s been going on for such a long time and it… fascinates me. How far do you think this can go?
Sadie shakes her head, looking straight up in clear annoyance before shrugging.
Sadie San Francisco: What is that even supposed to mean?
Nando Fresno: It means… not every feud can end the way it did with Neon. Bleeding, choking, tied to the end of a dog collar. Or the way they ended with New Murder the first time— in Steel Warfare. These ideas don’t make for a long and prosperous career, do they?
Sadie turns the phone off, lying it facedown on the table before turning toward Nando.
Sadie San Francisco: I’m gonna go out there and fight Seth Iser for the first time. And I’m gonna hope things go well enough that I can walk back here, sit back comfortably, and watch Izzy pick Jaelynn apart later in the night. I don’t wanna think about her now. That part comes after. Right now, it’s…
Sadie rubs her jaw, contemplating.
Sadie San Francisco: Now it’s about making sure I get back to where I was before Jaelynn put me on the shelf. It’s about getting back to that level— and beyond it. So until I walk back into this locker room, my focus has to be Seth. Just Seth.
Before Sadie can move or speak again, Jillian speaks up from behind Nando.
Jillian Clay: Then Jae?
Sadie looks up at her, her face softening just a bit. She draws a small breath and nods.
Sadie San Francisco: Yeah.
Nando turns the camera to show the amused grin of Jillian Clay before turning it back toward Sadie, whose eyes drift toward the lens before we abruptly cut to black.
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:30:19 GMT -5
Vertigo continues on with the camera rolling backstage where Jaelynn Ramsey’s locker room door is fully open. In the blink of an eye, she appears in the frame, pointing at the cameraman to make his way into the locker room. Once in, the camera captures the blonde looking at a tablet screen with a still image of Izzy Anders connecting the Amputator on Nick Redfield at the Dynamic Duos tournament.
Jaelynn Ramsey: That was impressive. Between her and the forever hungry, Fujiko, it seems as though Redfield and Vasquez never stood a chance. She’s a tag partner worth having, and is more than likely medically qualified to compete...unlike some people.
The bitterness in her tone could pickle a gum drop. She swipes across the screen, now showing an image of the latest Vertigo Card.
Jaelynn Ramsey: Tonight, however, is all about the singles action. I suppose management is teasing me until I can get my hands on Marlon Cure. And you know something? That’s fine. Who else to distract me with than a former Mid Atlantic Legacy Champion and World Champion? I’ve only had a taste of the former, and I need to make up for some lost time from this summer.
Jaelynn Ramsey: A new season is approaching, which means new beginnings. These short reigns and botched losses to the likes of Susan Kent will no longer be the norm for me. If Izzy thinks for one second that that’s the Jaelynn she’s going to get tonight - then she has something else coming for her!
Izzy Anders: Correction--the best Mid Atlantic Legacy Champion in history.
The camera pans around to reveal the woman in question, Izzy Anders, leaning on the doorframe. She enters the room, looking around the environment for a moment before letting out a sigh.
Izzy Anders: Jaelynn? I’ve seen you a bit around, but this is the first time we’ve had the pleasure. Izzy Anders, Mindkiller, former most hated mastermind?
She presents her hand out to Jaelynn, who is reluctant to return the gesture at first, but does so.
Jaelynn Ramsey: Great moniker, Izzy. What an honor to have you stop by and introduce yourself before our match.
There’s a brief pause as Jae attempts to read her opponent.
Jaelynn Ramsey: Do you dare to bring back the qualities that once deemed you the most hated mastermind?
The Cheshire grin crosses Izzy’s face.
Izzy Anders: That’s the fun about it, Ms. Ramsey. No one seems to know if I’m that way or another. Really, it doesn’t matter. I’ve found success in all manners of ways to the point that whatever someone thinks about me may or may not be true by the end of it. Now, what is that you’ll bring against me, dear? What do you believe?
Without any care for Jaelynn’s personal space, Izzy plays with a strand of her hair, flicking back with her finger after cradling them. Jaelynn stands still as though she were refraining from provoking a nearby African killer bee that’s quick to sting.
Izzy Anders: Marlon’s so easy to figure out, but me? I’m not so sure.
Jaelynn Ramsey: That’s valid and what adds to the allure to this match. I am bringing my best tonight. I’d say you’re worthy of that, and wouldn’t deserve any less.
She relaxes her shoulders after, taking a step back.
Izzy Anders: Wonderful. See, you’re smarter than many of the others! I appreciate that.
Jaelynn receives another invasive action in the form of Izzy tapping her finger against Jaelynn’s nose. This gets a slight cringe out of the Utah native who then composes herself.
Izzy Anders: Don’t be so stiff. I think I see a little sweat. I hope you’re not worried about me. If anything, I should be worried about you. You may be as dastardly as I was...am...or whatever.
Izzy giggles as she starts to move away from Jaelynn, deciding to walk backward.
Izzy Anders: I can’t turn my back to you. You may just drop me right here.
Jaelynn Ramsey: I’ll refrain...for now.
She says this with a wink. The scene fades out with the camera zooming out to include both women’s profiles in the frame, looking at one another.
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:30:45 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Seth Iser vs. Sadie San Francisco The match starts with Iser grabbing San Francisco by the throat and moving her into the far corner. After choking San Francisco in the corner, Iser takes her and sends her into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Iser runs across the ring to follow up with an attack when San Francisco knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. After shaking off the blow, Iser runs back into the corner. This time, San Francisco knocks him back with a boot to the face. While Iser is stunned, San Francisco runs out of the corner and sends him stumbling back with a kneeling jawbreaker. The Pope runs over and knocks Iser back towards the side of the ring with a running high knee. San Francisco then turns and runs into the far ropes. When San Francisco comes back, she connects with Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike), sending Iser through the ropes and to the floor! San Francisco paces the ring while Iser stirs on the canvas. After pulling himself up to his feet using the edge of the apron, Iser pulls himself up onto the apron using the ropes. As San Francisco approaches, Iser reaches out and applies the Injection of Poison (Mandible Claw)! The crowd erupts with boos as Iser clamps down on the hold. San Francisco tries to pull Iser’s hand away, but it’s to no avail. After quickly realizing her positioning in the ring, San Francisco wraps her arm around the top rope, forcing a rope break. The ref is quick to give Iser until the count of five to break the hold. Iser reluctantly lets go as the count approaches ‘five’. Iser steps back into the ring as San Francisco steps back into the corner, Iser doubles San Francisco over with multiple boots to the midsection. He then sends San Francisco into the far corner with an irish whip. As The Pope staggers away from the corner, Iser runs across the ring and turns her inside out with a lariat for a two count. Iser pulls San Francisco back to her feet before knocking her against the ropes with a European Uppercut. Iser marches over and rocks The Pope with another European Uppercut before whipping her into the far ropes. When San Francisco returns, Iser throws her across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Iser marches over, pulls San Francisco back up by the hair and launches her across the ring with another overhead belly to belly suplex! After pulling San Francisco up by the hair, Iser takes her and sends her crashing sternum-first into the corner with an irish whip. As San Francisco stumbles back, Iser grabs her around the waist before heaving her over his head with a release German Suplex! He heads over and makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! San Francisco gets her foot on the bottom rope. As the match continues, San Francisco is shot back into the far ropes. When San Francisco returns, Iser knocks her down with a big boot to the face. He follows up with a knee drop before grinding his knee brace across San Francisco’s face. Iser pulls the former champion back up before rocking her with a straight right hand that sends her stumbling back into the ropes. As Iser approaches, San Francisco runs off the ropes and hits him with a left arm forearm strike. Iser connects with another straight right that drops San Francisco. Iser reaches down and pulls her back up by the hair when The Pope swats his hand off her and nails him with another forearm strike. San Francisco hits Iser with another forearm strike… and another… and another. She then goes for an irish whip. But Iser reverses. When San Francisco returns, she brings Iser down with a cross-legged hurricanrana! The Pope then pulls Iser into a front facelock before hitting him with sharp elbows to the back of the neck. After a knee lift knocks Iser upright, San Francisco follows up with knife edge chops to the throat and face. She then takes Iser by the arm, wrenches it and follows up with a shoulder neckbreaker. Iser stumbles back into the ropes. After Iser bounces off the ropes, San Francisco connects with a running high knee, knocking Iser through the ropes and to the floor. While Iser tries to pick himself up on the outside, The Pope runs over and knocks him back with a suicide dive through the ropes! San Francisco rolls back inside before taking off into the far ropes. When she returns, she leaps through the ropes and knocks Iser down with a second suicide dive! She brings the action back inside and makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Iser gets his shoulder up. In the seventh minute, San Francisco brings Iser down with a sitout jawbreaker. She then follows up with a Fameasser! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Iser gets his shoulder up. The Pope brings him back up and sets up for a Downward Spiral when Iser elbows his way out of the hold. He then hoists San Francisco up before stepping back and dropping her with a Stun Gun across the top rope! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! San Francisco gets her shoulder up. Iser pulls up San Francisco, scoops her up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! San Francisco gets her shoulder up. Iser pulls The Pope back up before bringing her back down with a hangman’s neckbreaker! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! San Francisco gets her shoulder up. Iser sits up San Francisco and applies a neck crank. The ref asks The Pope if she wants to give up. But she refuses. After battling back to a vertical base, San Francisco nails Iser with multiple elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. She then takes off into the ropes. When San Francisco returns, Iser brings her down with a spinebuster! He rolls across San Francisco and hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! San Francisco gets ehr shoulder up. Iser pulls San Francisco back up and delivers three jabs. He then throws out the discus clothesline. But San Francisco ducks and counters with a Downward Spiral! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Iser gets his shoulder up. Iser is then whipped into the ropes. When he returns, San Francisco knocks him down with the Palo Alto! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Iser gets his shoulder up. The Pope then steps out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Once Iser returns to his feet, she leaps off for a diving knee drop. But Iser catches her in mid air and counters with the Icebreaker (Irish Curse)! Iser pulls up San Francisco before sending her off into the far ropes. When San Francisco returns, Iser lifts her up for the Pillar of Truth (Bossman Slam)! But The Pope reverses into a modified Downward Spiral! San Francisco pulls up Iser, hooks his arms from behind, turns around and drops him with Vanity (Unprettier)! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! Seth Iser X || Vanity (10:52) || Sadie San Francisco O • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:32:25 GMT -5
We fade in from black, on the sight of FGA World Champion, Evan Envi. He rubs his jaw, considering the question before chuckling softly, adjusting the championship belt on his shoulder. Evan Envi: I am ready for James Page. Beyond ready. I mean-- like, I don’t mean that in an arrogant way. I don’t think it’s gonna be an easy win. I know there’s a lot of leg work. I know there’s a lot more that James is capable of than I’ve acknowledged. I don’t think he would be standing across the ring from me for a second time for my World Championship if he wasn’t legit, but everyone is so quick to dismiss me, you know what I mean? Like… I’ve been doing this, BASICALLY since I was five years old. I know wrestling like the back of my hand. Briefly, we’re treated to home video footage, clearly from the early 90’s, showing a neon-clad, seven-year-old Evan Harrison proudly holding up a cardboard championship belt as he stands behind the sagging ropes of a makeshift backyard ring. Evan Envi: I was born to do this. We slowly fade back to the image of the World Champion. Envi scoffs a little, shaking his head. Evan Envi: And now people are upset that I finally found a way to get to the top. Please. Evan Envi: I know people in the back have a problem with me. People right here on Vertigo-- the brand that I saved with my best friend-- have a problem with the Chief. And James is gonna try to use that against me. And it’s disgusting. They’re petty. They’re jealous. These people-- they’ve been in my presence for too long-- it’s finally dawned on them that they can’t be anything like me. I’m an enigma, man. And James... James wants to use their jealousy and their inadequacies to guide himself back to the promised land or something-- at my expense. Disgusting. Jimmy Page: Evan Envi is a world champion--and that’s great--if you’re into a guy who won it and became a stooge for a now unemployed General Manager. Envi doesn’t have a spine, he’s a snake. He doesn’t have a friend in that locker room, and he can lie to himself thinking Ricky Valero and Natalie McKinley are going to save his ass again. I’ll let him keep that bit of hopeful wishing. But he’s dealing with a sea of people who hate his guts. So why not a Lumberjack match? It’s a trial by fire...and he’s gonna burn. In a rare change, we hear the interviewer faintly in the background as we cut back to Evan. Interviewer: Does it bother you… frighten you or worry you at all that you might not have many people willing to watch your back in a match like this outside of the Good Guys? Evan Envi: So… you basically mean: Does it bother me that this match is designed to completely screw me over? Hah. No, you know what-- it doesn’t bother me that I’m in a Lumberjack match surrounded by a bunch of jerks as MUCH as it bothers me that the board of directors allowed it to happen. Briefly, we’re introduced to clips of FGA’s suited higher-ups, shaking hands and sitting in on business meetings. Evan Envi: What did I do that was so out of control that I deserve a basic death sentence for my title reign? Like, this company is REALLY willing to put its top champion in a position where anything can happen-- and for what? You sell a ton of tickets to Capital Combat but you run the risk of losing money forever, because people pay good money to watch the Chief-- to watch the Good Guys. Still images of Brandon Macdonald move across the screen to a bitter smirk from Evan. Evan Envi: Brandon Macdonald… he had his flaws… but at least there was some sense of order around here. At least we didn’t have people like James calling shots. Does no one understand how crazy that is? Sure, Macdonald was a little too involved in some things— Evan Envi: —but things made sense! We cut to Page rolling his tongue against his right cheek. Jimmy Page: When Dom Harter and his pack of goons decided they would try and victimize me; And when I decided I wouldn’t allow myself to become that, Brandon Macdonald decided he would not only prove how much of a bad-ass he was on Twitter, but he would book me in a handicap match. Why? To teach me humility I guess. But you wanna know what’s really humbling? Jimmy Page: Getting a watch and a pink slip, while being future endeavored. Brandon Macdonald was so busy trying to start an interbrand war--mind you he lost--he didn’t realize he was on the chopping block. So all I did was swing the axe and just like that *snaps his fingers* bye-bye to Envi’s little pawn. No one to hide behind, no using the power structures to extend his little privilege. No, what I did was strip down Evan Envi to his true self: A coward... We abruptly cut to the astounded face of the FGA World Champion, who leans forward to better hear the person behind the camera. Evan Envi: A coward? Evan Envi: I don’t understand why I’m a coward because I chose to go about wrestling in an intelligent way. I don’t understand how back when I was winning the FLC, I was praised like some kind of a hero, but the moment I ACTUALLY won the World Championship after eleven years of dreaming it— of dreaming for that moment— I was villainized. For what? For finding the secret before everyone else? For ruining this ongoing story— this nightmare— where year after year would go by and I never became the World Champion?! Envi leans back in the interviewer’s chair and rubs his eyes. Evan Envi: No. I like this story better. He lifts the World Championship up toward the camera, almost obnoxiously shoving it toward the lens. We pan in… but the image of the championship belt slowly fades into the face of the number one contender, Jimmy Page. Jimmy Page: Envi’s got a persecution complex. Say what you will about me, I’ll take my lumps, I’ve done things that people would deem sinister. But you wanna know what I did to help me get past it all? I got over it. Evan Envi to this day will rant and rave about how he was the last guy picked during the draft. And instead of embracing that and using it to drive him and become the best damn talent on Flashpoint, he gives the brand the bird and turns coat. That’s the spirit of a kid who doesn’t give a f**k about loyalty. Just point that limelight just right on that FGA Undisputed Championship sitting on his dirty shoulder and he’s fine being slime. We cut to a quick shot of Envi securing the FGA World Championship around his waist inside the ring. Jimmy Page: He feels small, he feels insecure, he feels like nothing in this world matters more than that championship. That belt is his world now, and if you took it away...that little fantasy would implode on itself. Because at the end of the day the Evan Envi who took advantage of people’s good will and faith turned out to be a craven, manipulative, small human being. Evan Envi shakes his head, sighing loudly before replying. Evan Envi: I feel insecure? Really? Dude— I’ve felt more secure than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Tell James that. Let’s talk about how when I was the last draft pick and I became #47, I DID let it light a fire under me. I DID go back to the drawing board and I fought my way to the top. I fought hard. Evan Envi: I fought hard just like James did to get a shot at this World Title— and who knows if I was ever gonna get a shot if I didn’t win the Frontier Lion’s Cup. I beat Kendall Kingham, Savannah Taylor, Owen Gonsalves— I did it with the crowd behind me, all waving their #47 flags, all wearing my jersey, just like they’ll be tonight in Baltimore… just like any wrestling fan will be at Capital Combat. Jimmy Page: He did it with “the crowd behind” him huh? So explain to me what it means when he can’t even look people in the eyes when he brags about having that title. See, here’s the thing, win or lose I’ve been the same person. Like me or hate me, that doesn’t concern me, but my wrestling career has been a dauntless crusade to prove I’m still the best wrestler in this company. I held onto that belt like my life depended on it. I bled, I sweat, and I cried; But you know what, I held my head up high and I took on anybody, win or lose. Jimmy Page: And after I fought my demons, I dedicated the rest of my life to finding the joy to do something. I love wrestling, it’s saved my life, and I’ll be damned if I’ll have someone like Envi slander my name and what I’ve done to get to this point. I fought for that title shot and he tried to take it from me. So the day I let him control the narrative about who the Hell I am, is the day I quit. I’ve earned this match, no matter what that little cornball has to say about it. We cut to the champion, who rolls his eyes. Evan Envi: I don’t care. Envi scoffs. Evan Envi: I don’t care what he had to go through. What about me? What about the work I put in? I get made fun of and ridiculed and dismissed for being a vegan or— or having friends that I care about… that I show compassion for… and that makes me lesser than. Now he wants to have the entire locker room win the World Championship for him. But I’m supposed to be the coward? Screw James. Page leans forward, clawing his hair out of is face. He looks square at the interviewer behind the camera, seething quietly. Jimmy Page: I’ve woken up from a drunken stupor, next to sex workers and being worried that I don’t have enough cash for the night I spent with them. I’ve slept in my car--I’ve begged for change outside of food marts just so I could get a bag of chips for dinner. I’ve done things on my own for so long I thought it meant I was weak-minded for even thinking about for asking help!! I’ve been on my own since I was a f**cking toddler, so what the f**ck does Evan Envi know about standing on his own two feet without a hand on his back to keep him going on?! Abso-f**cking-lutely nothing! He’s worried about the people around the ring when he should be worried about me. Because I’m winning that title, not the locker room, just me. So he doesn’t have a friend in the world who he can lean, or leech off of this time. That scares him, and that’s a good thing. I want Envi scared, because that means he knows he doesn’t have a chance of winning at Capital Combat. Evan Envi: James doesn’t have the mental capacity to beat me in a match like this— with stakes like this. He’s a great wrestler. He hits hard. He’s… malicious. But I’m not gonna have to deal with any of that at Capital Combat. James isn’t gonna get his hands on me. He’s not gonna touch me. Every time he comes close, I’m chucking him out of that ring, letting his own plan work against him. Obviously. He thinks he already has this match won, and that’s the kind of attitude that gets you hurt. And James has this weird idea that he’s untouchable when this match starts on September 29th. And I’m gonna show him that he’s not. Envi takes a deep breath, shaking his head a little bit before looking directly into the camera. Evan Envi: James, man, you have no idea. Page looks into the camera, leaning back in his seat. Jimmy Page: ...I’m walking out either with the Undisputed Championship or with a piece of Envi. There’s no way he walks out unscathed. So I want to make this perfectly clear to him, Capital Combat is going to be the night he loses that title. I am going to humble him, and if the last thing I go, I’m going to make him pay for what he’s put this company through for the better part of this year. He pays... by any means necessary. Page looks to take the microphone from his shirt collar and stands up, leaving the interviewing crew as the scene fades to black. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:37:18 GMT -5
Legión del HELL Championship
(c) Pendragon vs. Bristow & Barnes The match starts off with Bristow & Barnes getting the better of Pendragon. The Legión del HELL Champions aren’t fighting at 100 percent after the attack by The Tenacious Wrecking Crew earlier in the night. Tully Barnes brings Lowri Moss into one corner and delivers multiple shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Meanwhile in a near corner, Nate Bristow takes Neal Durden and repeatedly slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After delivering a vertical suplex, Bristow brings Durden back down with an inverted headlock backbreaker. Meanwhile, Barnes takes Moss and brings her down with a Gory Bomb. The crowd erupts with boos as Bristow & Barnes chuck Pendragon out of the ring. While Bristow & Barnes taunt the crowd, Pendragon struggle to pick each other up off the mat. They ultimately return to their feet before slowly rolling back inside. As the match continues, Bristow & Barnes charge towards Pendragon for an attack. But the Tag Champs counter with dual back body drops. Bristow & Barnes return to their feet, but Pendragon are just as quick to return them to the mat with dual dropkicks. Then another. Moss takes Bristow and goes for an irish whip. But Bristow reverses, sending Moss into the ropes. Instead of coming back, Moss hangs onto the ropes. So Bristow runs over to attack. But Moss ducks and dumps him over the top rope. After landing safely on the apron, Bristow takes a swipe at Moss. But she ducks. Bristow then throws out a left hook but again, Moss ducks. Moss then connects with a roundhouse kick, knocking Bristow off the apron and to the floor. Across the ring, Durden goes to deliver an Olympic Slam to Barnes. But Barnes slips down from behind. He then grabs Durden, turns and throws him over the top rope. But Durden lands safely on the apron. Barnes then rushes over to attack when Durden pulls down the top rope, sending Barnes flipping over the top rope and down to the floor below. Once Durden steps back in through the ropes, he runs across the ring, flips over the top rope and takes Bristow down with a somersault plancha! Meanwhile, Moss runs into the corner, scales to the top turnbuckle and flips off, knocking down Barnes with a Moonsault to the outside! The action returns to the ring with Moss and Barnes as the legal participants. She brings him down with a pair of japanese arm drags, followed by a dropsuit for a two count. After a tag is made to Durden, Pendragon whip Barnes into the far ropes. When he returns, Pendragon knocks him down with a double dropkick. Durden makes the cover, but he only gets a two count. Moss is then tagged back in. The Legión del HELL champs take Barnes and whip him back into the ropes. When he returns, Pendragon throw him down with a double hip toss. Durden then runs into the ropes. When he returns, Moss throws him down with a hip toss onto Barnes. Durden rolls off of Barnes as Moss makes the cover. But she only gets a two count. A headbutt knocks Barnes into the ropes. After going over to grab Barnes, she tags Durden back in before shooting Barnes into the far ropes. When Barnes returns, Durden drags him before Pendragon delivers a Reverse STO/Step-up enzuigiri combination! Durden makes the cover, but Bristow rushes over and delivers a stomp to the back to break up the pin. In the sixth minute, Durden sets up for a standing Shiranui when Barnes shoves him off into the ropes. When Durden returns, he slides through Barnes’ legs. When Barnes turns around, Durden brings him down with a Sling Blade! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Barnes gets his shoulder up. Durden then goes for an irish whip. But Barnes reverses. When Durden hits the ropes, Bristow nails him with a knee to the lower back! Durden staggers away from the ropes when Barnes throws him down with a snap scoop powerslam! He then mounts himself on top of Durden before throwing down short-range punches to the face. He gets up off of Barnes before making the long overdue tag to Bristow. Bristow marches over and puts the boots to Durden. After ramming Durden back-first into the corner, Bristow follows up with multiple shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Durden by the wrist and leans him out of the corner before knocking him down with a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Durden gets his shoulder up. Bristow pulls up Durden, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He follows up by bouncing into the ropes, returning and delivering a pointed elbow drop. Bristow makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Durden gets his shoulder up. The tag is made back out to Barnes. Bristow & Barnes then take Durden and whip him into the far ropes. When Durden returns, they run him over with a double shoulder block! Barnes then delivers an elbow drop, followed by a leg drop from Bristow. Barnes makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Durden gets his shoulder up. Bristow gets tagged back in. The duo then pick up Durden before bringing him down with a double snap suplex. Bristow follows up with a lateral press. ONE! TWO! Durden gets his shoulder up. Barnes is tagged back in. Bristow then sends Durden off into the ropes. When he returns, Bristow brings him down with a drop toe hold, followed by a running dropkick from Barnes. He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Durden gets his shoulder up. After Bristow is tagged back in, they take Durden and send him back into the far ropes. When Durden returns, he sees them setting up for a double back body drop. So he hurdles over them before continuing to run the ropes. When Durden returns, he brings Barnes down with a Sling Blade! He then throws out a running arched big boot to Bristow. But Bristow catches his foot. He then swings the leg away from before going for a belly to back suplex. But Durden rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet, turns around, dives over towards the Pendragon corner and tags Moss back in! Moss gets in and delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown before following up with a Shining Wizard! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Barnes dives over and breaks up the pin. Barnes takes Moss and whips him into the corner. He rushes in to attack when Moss turns him around with a boot to the face. She hoists herself up onto the middle ropes and sets up for a Diamond Dust when Bristow runs over and blocks the move with multiple punches to the head. He then grabs Moss by the hair before throwing her down to the mat. Bristow goes for another short-arm clothesline when Moss ducks. She quickly sets up for a German Suplex when Bristow counters with multiple back elbows to the face. He then runs into the ropes. When Bristow returns, Moss knocks him down with a spinning heel kick! After a sitout jawbreaker rocks Bristow, Moss heads into the ropes and knocks him down with a Slice of Heaven (springboard enzuigiri)! While Moss climbs up and sits down on the top turnbuckle, Durden gets in and knocks Barnes down with a running arched big boot! He then heads back over towards the Pendragon corner, climbs the ropes and throws Moss down on top of Bristow with an aided hurricanrana somersault leg drop! Pendragon then picks up Bristow before delivering That Move (Superkick/bridging Tiger Suplex combination)! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Pendragon O || That Move (11:27) || Bristow & Barnes X • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:43:06 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Sept 17, 2018 19:43:30 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Max Powers vs. Sara Mason The match starts off with Mason running right at Powers. But Powers is ready, knocking Mason down with a spinning heel kick for a two count. He then picks up Mason and shoots her off into the ropes. Powers throws out another spinning heel kick. But this time, he goes to the well one too many times. Mason hangs onto the ropes and watches Powers land on his back. As Powers sits up, Mason runs over and flattens with with a sliding clothesline for a two count. Mason then goes for an irish whip. But Powers reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Mason returns, Powers goes for a back body drop. But Mason slips down from behind before delivering the Aenigma (Mason rolls up the opponent into a kneeling position with a schoolboy, where she grabs their head and slams it into the mat)! She makes the cover, but Powers kicks out at two. As the match continues, Mason slams Powers face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Powers around, Mason hooks his arms around the top ropes before scratching the hell out of his chest. She then unhooks the arms before going for an irish whip. But Powers reverses, sending Mason into the far corner. Powers runs across the ring to attack when Mason steps out of the corner and throws him into the turnbuckles with a japanese arm drag. She makes the cover, but Powers gets his shoulder up at two. Powers is pulled back to his feet before Mason doubles him over with a cross chop to the throat. Mason then brings him down with a jumping front facelock into double knee chestbreaker for another two count. In the fifth minute, Mason picks up Powers and delivers an inverted atomic drop. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Mason returns, she tackles Powers down to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press. She goes for repeated headbutts when Powers slips out of the way, causing Mason to headbutt herself against the mat! Powers then rolls over on top of Mason and follows up with alternating hammer fists to the face. Powers pulls Mason back to her feet before going for a bulldog. But Mason shoves him off into the ropes. When Powers returns, Mason leans forward to set up a back body drop. So Powers stops and pulls her into a front facelock. The crowd cheers as Powers has her set up for the It’s-A-Me-DT (Snap DDT)! But Mason counters by grabbing Powers and ramming him back-first into the corner. Mason follows up with repeated deep shoulder thrusts in the corner. After stomping Powers down into the corner, Mason steps back past the center of the ring. She then runs forward and throws herself at Powers with a cross bodyblock. But Powers slips out onto the apron, causing Mason to crash into the turnbuckles. While Mason rolls away from the corner, Powers pulls himself up using the ropes. When Mason gets back up, Powers jumps off the top turnbuckles and brings her down with the Thwomp! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Mason gets her shoulder up. Mason reverses an irish whip, sending Powers into the ropes. When Powers returns, he knocks Mason down with a Koopa Kick (rolling koppy kick)! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Mason gets her shoulder up. Powers pulls Mason back up and stuns her with a step-up enzuigiri. While Mason is still dazed, Powers runs into the ropes. When he returns, he jumps onto her shoulders from behind before flipping back and bringing her down with a reverse hurricanrana! The cheers continue when Powers pulls her back up before planting her with It’s-A-Me-DT! After dragging Mason into the corner, Powers scales to the top turnbuckle. He readies himself for the Starman Special (Imploding 450 Splash) when Erin Mariani comes from out of nowhere and yanks him down for the DQ! The crowd boos when Powers smacks his face against the top turnbuckle on the way down. After Mariani brings him down with a double knee backbreaker, Silk & Cyanide proceed to put the boots to him. Silk & Cyanide then pull Powers up onto his knee before delivering the Morgenstern (combination roundhouse and spin kick to a kneeling opponent)! While Powers is unconscious in the ring, Mason & Mariani turn to each other and give a knowing nod. They pull Powers up onto his knee to deliver another Morgenstern. But Landon Knight racing down to the ring and slides in to make the save. Silk & Cyanide head to the outside as Knight checks on his downed partner. Max Powers O || Disqualification (8:59) || Sara Mason X • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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